Joshua Comyn

Approaches, Surfaces


1

eye crustose
end occluded
the oil softened edges
the light flickering to fade

man   man   bench   girl
things are doing is things

things

2 the sign was curlicue and you must suffer for it as the bearer must as the turn must in the sign’s interior: a line that realizes itself is history’s nightmare and thus it is, when two are a proximity, there’s a light that leaps between

3 dust, then nearing the bend we saw a town   a sun   a massacre nestled like truffles in the ground till the birds came and the air was strong with carrion

4

the sky, when it darkens, is lit by paper lamps
that splutter quietly in the night
and the self-same ground
fails me when it trembles

that death is never come to me
that death is never come
that death is never come to me

who ever
never sleeps
who only is
(feast of shadow feast of light)
paper paper paper


5

Gone sucker!
Run till you throw up!
Learn to suck!
Learn to love you better!
I’ll walk your back black!
I’ll walk the world wide!
I’ll eat your face!
I’ll never let you down!


6

A CANDY MELTED AFTERNOON
(IN THE MUSIC AND THE GRASS)
LURE THEM OUT OF DOORS TO PLAY
LURE THEM THEY THE CHILDREN

I WISH I WAS A CHILDREN LURED
I WISH I WAS A CHILDREN
I WISH I WAS A CHILDREN LURED
LURE ME THEY THE CHILDREN

A CANDY MELTED AFTERNOON
ANTS THAT WOULD BE CHILDREN
CROWDING ROUND THE CANDY SHOP
DROOLING OVER WHAT IT’S GOT
NEVER MINDING THAT IT’S HOT
PAWS INSIDE THE CANDY POT
AND THE MORNING AND THE DAY
WILL NOT BE ANOTHER WAY

I WISH I WAS A CHILDREN LURED
I WISH I WAS A CHILDREN
(A CHILDREN LURED ME FAR AWAY)
LURE ME THEY THE CHILDREN



Approaches Through Turbulence


1


Draw the silk out
A thread for the fall
Down goings down down down
Nothings know where
Always to always the nothings but leavings
Out from inside
Somethings of somethings

Draw a thread silver into no light

But, where does the wind?

2

Lichen likes the iris → seared was the eye

There’s a fire in all growing things
        Where the gears mesh
                And a light that flickers into focus
                        Weeping, black
                                And a white that follows after
                                        Red, between



Hearts Core, Errata Vector:

1

Where the gears mesh Where the teeth meet And the fire’s torque Is a grind Is a slow Is a rhythmic Intimate hell: Too close to lash Too tight to lick Too dry to drink Sleep deep Speak low

FAST IN THE SLOW IN THE FAST       Where the gears greet and the teeth touch And a flames torque rushes metal rhythmic And desire is the lash that greets the morning No time for sleep Sun underground

2


Blindness beyond my bear:
Dancing on one leg the one armed shear
Full circle caribou
Galloping and the never end

(The fault lines sunder till light leaps and avenues beginning glow)

And death is never come to the sleepless
And waking is another sleep

Does the wind carousel?

Sun underground



Joshua Comyn is a student at the University of Melbourne conducting research into the nature of the political subject as portrayed in the post-war to contemporary American novel. He is especially concerned with the relation of these works to the emergence of the technological economy.
 
 
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